Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Drops of My Fears and More


 

Hyde Park Poetry  has bestowed me the perfect poet award, i am humbled to take it, here, i nominate Angela Cohan  for week 74, Happy Rally....Enjoy a profound Weekend.
 
 
The moment that seems real
when I carry human fears;
It's something that may feel
the need to touch earthly years.
.
Emotions without motion, a mental force,
I become too blind or deaf to take the shouts,
Quickly things roll in open ocean course,
I dream of innocence in trees, rocks, or takeouts.


Judy Underwood,  Chasing Rainbow, google.com



Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams



Thursday, September 20, 2012

Haiku In Weekly Prompts



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Wait a little while,
Let Fall nestle as constant,
the sensuous time.
.
Yes, I understand
happiness not absolute,
Study jujitsu.
.
Think a little while,
lock lights in your artists' head,
muses will buoy up.


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Three Word Wednesday: 3WW CCXC : absolute, Fall, nestle

 



Sunday, September 9, 2012

From Kenya 2009 (Humor and Life)

 




The sea shore, an island in the distance,
Silky waves against the sunset,
wrinkled reflections in blinking eyes,
The island and the ocean connect,
by boats, and wanderers with high-pointed noses,
In fact, there are others shores,
Germany and Spain, San Francisco
and Florida keys, New York City and etc.,
Unsettled ripples ride the wind passing wishes,
remembering the Pearl Harbor in California,
Peace and wars build up in waters,
Forests turn red in summer heat,
I grow up, no more weak
in thinking or surviving,
I see the sea,
and becoming sensitive on one's fate.

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Saturday, September 1, 2012

On Woolworth At Chicago Near Michigan Lake


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We used to live at Chicago Hyde Park,
close to Michigan lake that lead;
The story on Woolworth Merchandise and Iraq
has somewhat few to understand being read.
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Behind the doors lay mystic senses,
Deep hidden, hard to spy,
Twinkle like stars in the darkness,
High and young in the sky.
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Unwrap the skins---his silk red clothes,
with spirit black and dim,
We wander the streets among strangers, so close,
and so far, nothing is the same to him.